Hunter is a little ooc in this chapter and probubly will go through bouts of it for the entire story.

The music video that sparked this story youtube .com/watch?v=Ffy6bhdtl3E&list=PL3D442D52BF10D58B.

"We'll ask if he wants to." Ben told his son.

"Timothy, do you want to go see a movie with us?" Michael called loudly.

"What movie?" The blonde asked, returning to the room with an empty coffee cup and glasses on.

He no longer seemed groggy. But everyone's jaws dropped.

"You wear glasses?" Hunter asked, still completely shocked.

"Uh, yeah. What movie?" He re-ettereated.

"Dawn Of The Dead. I hear it's a great movie."

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"That was a horrible movie!" Timothy exclaimed as they walked into the Liberty Diner.

"How would you even know? You spent the entire movie cowering into my chest." The ex-prostitute laughed at him.

"Hey Tim." A male walking by smiled at the young boy.

"Hello Jay." He smiled back.

"'Sup Tim?" Another asked, walking past.

"Not much John."

"How's it hanging Tim?" Yet another male called from a booth.

"Just fine, Rob."

"Hey Tim." A twink, that was insessently blinking smiled at him as the four of them finally took a seat.

"Hello Mark."

"Yo, Tim." A guy said as he passed the booth.

"Yo, Erick."

He looked over at the trio he was with. They werre all looking at him confused.

"What? My client rate is second to none compared with everyone elses. People find me really cute, I guess." He explained with a shrug.

"We get that. Just how do you remember all their names? I couldn't tell you a sinple guy that I had." The high schooler asked.

"I have a good memory. Just becasue it's buisness doesn't mean they're not people that have feelings and want to be remembered. If they can remember my name, why can't I remember theirs?"

The three just looked at him again. Shocked that someone so young, and in that profession could have views like that.

"H-H-Hey T-T-Tim." A buff guy stammered slightly, walking up to him boldly. "W-why don't you come o-ov-"

"Konnichiwa. Genki deska? Na Neko Inu akuma rabu kirai pai otaku sakana supairaru nekutai kanadi kiti. Watashi wa no deska." The blonde spouted off in Japanese.

The buff guy got a confused look over his face, and slowly stumbled from the diner backwards. The bilingual male turned back to his menu. He felt the trio's eyes on him again.

"The easiest way to get someone to leave you alone is to confuse them. By speaking Japanese at him, I confused him into leaving the Diner. I just want one morning of peace." He explained without looking up.

"What did you even say?" The comic book nerd asked, bewildered.

"Hello. How are you? Like cat dog demon love hate pie geek fish spiral tie pretty kitty. Uh."

"Wow."

"Sorry for the delay boys. What can I get for you?" Deb asked, walking up.

"Hamburger, extra pickles with a vanilla milkshake." The teens said at the exact same time.

They looked at each other confused. So did the other two males they were sitting with, and one of the males' mom.

"So, uh, two hamburgers with extra pickles. Two vanilla milkshakes. And you two?" The waitress said back, confused.

"I'll just take a salad for now." The professor said just as confused.

"Just some pasta that isn't spaghetti. We just watched a gross movie." His husband finished, trying to cover the confusion a little.

"It was amazing!" The brunette teen exclaimed.

"It was horrible!" The blonde teen fired back.

"How do you even know? All you watched were the credits and then you attacked me!"

"I did not attack you."

"Oh, please. If you were a girl, that would have been a makeout session."

"First off, never start a sentence with 'if you were a girl'. And second, even if I wasn't a girl it could have been a makeout session. Which it was not, so therefore, I did not attack you."

"No, it wasn't a makeout session because I'm not gay."

"Like that even matters."

"How does that not matter?"

"Duh, everyone knows why it doesn't."

"Please, explain to me how my being straight doesn't matter in making out with a guy." He asked, turning to the paler teen.

The younger teen turned towards him to and started tryign to describe, but kept getting cut off.

"Who is he?" The red haired woman asked the adults.

"Some prostitute that was getting chased last night. We let him spend the night, and then we invited him to the movie." Her son explained.

"HE'S a porstitute?"

"Yeah. But a really well behaved one."

"And he's really smart." The older male added.

"It's your life sweety. But if he turns out like Hunter, I expect for you guys to come to dinner more often."

"IF he does, sure." They agreed.

The woman left and the males went back to the teens conversation.

"Because it doesn't matter if you like the person or not, it's just a kiss." The blonde said exasperated.

"But a kiss means something."

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes it does. That's intimate!"

"That's like saying that holding hands is intimate."

"It is!"

"No it isn't!"

Then the cocky advertiser walked in. He walked up to them, opened his mouth to talk, then noticed the arguing teens.

"Hey Tim." He said casually.

"Hello Brian." He replied quickly before returning to his argument.

"Why are they fighting?" He asked his best friend.

"They're arguing about kissing meaning something. How do you know him?" The friend asked back.

"How do you think? I bough him for Justin last Valentines day."

Then the adults heard silence and they turned their heads quickly to the two boys. They were kissing. The married pair dropped their jaws in shock, as the other adult raised his eyebrow in curiousity. Then Hunters first connected with Timothy's face, sending the youngest from the booth and onto the floor. He landed with a heavy 'thud', and a small pain-filled "Awe!". The store owner shoved his friend aside so him and his lover could check on the boy. He was half sitting with his palm pressed to the botto mof his nose. They could see blood still. Michael reached his hand forward to pull the blonde's hand away so he could see the damage, when the teen stopped him.

"Don't, you could get hurt."

He started trying to get up, and the adults helped him.

"What do you mean?" The adorable man asked confused.

"I-I'm HIV positive."

"Wow...They just flock to you." The raven haired male said, furrowing his eyebrows.